Fantine had long evaded Tholomyes in the mazes of the hill of the Pantheon, where so many adventurers twine and untwine, but in such a way as constantly to encounter him again.
There was no doubt that her mind was inclined thitherward; indefinitely, fancifully—twining and untwining about him as the single object within her horizon on which dreams might crystallize.
" But, Lenina … " he began protesting; and as she immediately untwined her arms, as she stepped away from him, he thought, for a moment, that she had taken his unspoken hint.
手指。
些长街曲巷里，芳汀逃避多罗米埃何止一次
那个方向的；她思绪缥缈，充满幻想——
作为视野里唯一能使
想变为现实的物体，围
回往复。
